Happening

I really did not know what I was in for when I picked up this book.

I saw a used copy, realized it was the Ernaux everyone had been talking about for a while, and I decided to buy it. Even when I picked it up to read it, basically what I knew was that it was a translated memoir by a French author who lots of people revered.

I read the first few pages in the car, waiting on one of the kids, and quickly realized that was not the venue for this book.

I read the rest in one sitting, gripped by an ever increasing sense of anxiety and horror.

After Ernaux pulls through her ordeal and is released from the hospital, the relief is so profound she feels intoxicated, saved, proud. It was a state I could not access in the slightest, stuck in my chair show more feeling physically ill, nauseated, unsure of how to switch gears and move on.

CW: abortion, miscarriage, pregnancy loss

The book is an examination of a period in Ernaux's life when she is unexpectedly, unwantedly pregnant, and needs an abortion. At a time when abortion was illegal. She has no idea where to turn, how to find out who will help her, and many of those who she trusts with the information treat her as a curiosity, put her off, or refuse to help. Once she finally hears of someone who can do the procedure, she has no way to evaluate this person, the method to be used, anything at all. And when the procedure doesn't work as expected, still there is hardly anyone to turn to for help. A doctor gives unhelpful advice and then washes his hands of her. It is not until she is literally bleeding out on the floor that anyone in the legal medical profession will help her.

I want to have things to say about her writing, the way she approaches both the topic and the process of writing this memoir, but I cannot get past my visceral horror, especially in our post-Roe era, knowing how many women in this very country are, were, and will be in the same state. I cannot get past my own memories of going into shock during an emergent miscarriage. Not having enough blood pressure to stand.

I suppose I am glad I didn't know what I was getting into, or I might have put this book off forever.

And it was incredible. show less

While she was a student at Rouen in the early 1960s, Annie Ernaux became pregnant and was obliged to resort to an illegal abortion, an experience she treated in the context of fiction in her first novel, Les armoires vides (1974). Twenty-five years on from that, prompted by a scare about a possible HIV infection, she decided that it was time to revisit those events in the more direct form of a memoir.

She tells us in graphic detail about the things the pregnancy and the abortion procedure did to her, physically and psychologically, and about how the people around her reacted: the friends who helped in practical ways, despite their convictions; men who were turned on by the idea that this was a girl who had evidently had sex with someone show more else and thus might well agree to have sex with them; the doctors who pushed her away with Catholic distaste, the others who clearly resented her for putting them into an ethical and legal dilemma there was no clean way out of, and the others again who were sympathetic but did little of practical benefit to her, all as a result of a law that put her in danger without in any way achieving its stated objective.

But there are also a lot of other little things that Ernaux takes note of with her sharp eye for social detail, like the body-language of the patients and doctors in the HIV clinic, the films and songs of the time, or the telling detail of the junior doctor in a Rouen hospital who is rude to her when she asks him a question, and later mortified to discover that she is not "some girl from the Monoprix" but a university student. A nurse ticks Annie off for putting the unfortunate doctor in a false position by not revealing her true status: she leaves us to work out for ourselves the (very 1960s) implications that it would have been perfectly acceptable for a doctor to be rude to a working class woman, and that being a student automatically makes you at least an honorary member of the middle class...

This ought to be a period piece, describing an unpleasant but almost forgotten corner of women's lives, but sadly it still seems to be just as relevant as it would have been had Ernaux been brave (or foolish) enough to write it in 1964. show less

4.25

A short but impactful tale of the authors quest to getting an abortion with anti-abortion laws in France.

This is such an important book, and Annie Ernaux knows it. There is delicate urgency in the tone. She has a unique way of touching and expanding on deeply emotional experiences in the most matter-of-fact way while retaining a raw vulnerability to the prose. There were parts where I simply had to pause and breathe.

There is no glorification of the triad she embarked on, she doesn't see herself as a hero. She was just a desperate 20-something with little resources and no one to turn to. I cannot even imagine the strength it took to revisit a period of your life so that other people feel seen and heard. I have nothing but respect show more and admiration for her.

"Maybe the true purpose of my life is for my body, my sensations and my thoughts to become writing, in other words, something intelligible and universal, causing my existence to merge into the lives and heads of other people." show less

I think this should be required reading for men.
To understand fully the nature of abortion — not in the abstract, as a personal or political issue, to be discussed and debated in public forum — but as an actual physical process of violent trauma and the subsequent shame and ostracism which follows, I think it requires a work like this, which lays out the reality of the subject in no uncertain terms and with an unflinching commitment to the truth. Ernaux's account of her experience is precise (as much as it can be when dealing with imperfect memory), and she refuses to (or, cannot) detach herself from the overlapping and overwhelming emotions involved.
This book highlights not only an immediate and urgent need for proper reproductive show more healthcare throughout society, but it also brings to light the silent network of women who live in solidarity with others, and who risk themselves (their careers, their social standings) to provide care to other women. show less

This was incredibly sad to read. The remembrance of a near death experience suffered while the writer was still a young student and abortion was illegal in France. A journal written over thirty years before she decided to write about her horrific experience supplements the work of memory. What results from this work is not only an exploration of the different ways misogyny affects the freedom of women over their bodies, but also the different ways barriers such as social class and poverty affect access. That act of returning to memory, reliving it, making an effort to be honest despite the pain, shame, and fear suffered in such a traumatic experience, is admirable.

Annie Ernaux was in her early twenties when she found herself pregnant with a child she didn't want. She turned her formidable intellectual powers to the best way of putting an end to her problem, but in France in the early 1960s, her options were limited.

Abortion is a somber subject, and this brief account is not easy to read. I found Annie's single-minded focus on getting rid of it disconcerting. Still this book is worth reading for its realistic depiction of the dangers of back alley abortions in the era before legalization.

Dieses kurze autobiographische Werk hat mich sehr mitgenommen.

Die Erzählerin wird während des Studiums schwanger. Sie stellt rasch fest, dass sie, wenn sie das Kind behält, alles verlieren würde, was sie sich erarbeitet hat. Allerdings war Abtreibung zu jener Zeit in Frankreich illegal. Verzweifelt sucht sie nach einer Lösung, erfährt aber kaum Unterstützung und muss sich am Ende in die Hände einer Engelmacherin begeben.

Dieses Buch liest sich vor dem Hintergrund der aktuellen Entwicklung in Teilen der Vereinigten Staaten, aber auch in anderen Ländern besonders beklemmend.